Another couple of 'gems' from the lost reviews. I have an unreasonable dislike of Jack Black's films. I'm sure he's a grand chap in real life, but on screen he's up there with Jim Carrey and Adam Sandler as things that make me go eeeugh. Marsh quite like him, so these are revirews of movies seen through LoveFilm. Pretty soon after that I stopped her ordering any new titles and deleted all her suggestions.
As before I've decided not to edit the content.
Be Kind Rewind (dir: Michel Gondry, 2008)
(**1/2)
Everything I usually say about Jack Black applies, however the mere fact that he didn't completely hijack the plot made it watchable. The highlights were definately the 'sweeded' films themselves. I'm sure if I watched a shorter, pithier, sweeded version of this it would earn an extra half a star. I know, I'm too generous.
Tenacious D in: The Pick of Destiny (dir: Liam Lynch, 2006)
Sadly half a star is the lowest rating possible.
This film is up there with Pearl Harbor in terms of hours of my life I will not get back, and with Pretty Woman as one of the movies I have foolishly allowed myself to see because a girl wanted me to.
Yet another instance of self indulgent twaddle from Jack Black: you will never be a rock god, not even an ironic one, and stop sullying the music of The Who with your cheese-ridden gyrations and wailings. The high point of their lyrical dexterity was rhyming rock with cock.
Enough.
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Thursday, March 18, 2010
Saturday, December 05, 2009
Question Time
It used to be seen as a sign of getting old, but I think I've been yelling at the TV for quite some time now. This week's QT was no exception.
I don't mind the odd celebrity thrown into the panel mix for a bit of variation: God knows if I was famous, I'd jump at the chance to be on. Clive Anderson made some decent points and he is reasonably amusing, but Kirstie Allsop? Dull, bland: a one trick pony, despite this she still managed to rile me to the point of expletives. The only time she managed to sound passionate was when she was complaining that Vince Cable's 'Mansion Tax' would do her in-laws out of £20k a year. Her in-laws bought a house for next to nothing that is now worth £2 million, they are 80 and still run their own business: boo-fuckin'-hoo. What is really worrying is that Call me Dave might actually put her in the Lords where she could do some damamge. But only on topics she is interested in, like furry kittens.
I don't mind the odd celebrity thrown into the panel mix for a bit of variation: God knows if I was famous, I'd jump at the chance to be on. Clive Anderson made some decent points and he is reasonably amusing, but Kirstie Allsop? Dull, bland: a one trick pony, despite this she still managed to rile me to the point of expletives. The only time she managed to sound passionate was when she was complaining that Vince Cable's 'Mansion Tax' would do her in-laws out of £20k a year. Her in-laws bought a house for next to nothing that is now worth £2 million, they are 80 and still run their own business: boo-fuckin'-hoo. What is really worrying is that Call me Dave might actually put her in the Lords where she could do some damamge. But only on topics she is interested in, like furry kittens.
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